A Hot Deposit (Motorcycle Club Romance) (2 page)

Eventually, Rick snaps his hips instinctively. But he quickly stills himself, as if he’s scared of hurting her. Sharon, however, brings her free hand up to squeeze his muscular ass before guiding him to move his hips, hoping to let him know that it’s okay to fuck her mouth – that she wants him to. He must get the message, because his fingers tighten in her hair and his hips begin to move of their own volition. One hand remains in Sharon’s hair while the other slides around to hold her jaw, gently guiding her mouth and feeling his cock slide down her throat as he pumps his hips. He jerks so hard that Sharon’s eyes are glassy with tears, but she wills him to go on, relishing the way he feels in her mouth. She’s moaning around his cock now, swallowing him down as she feels her own wetness slowly dripping against her thighs.

To her dismay, Rick slows his hips eventually. After one more deep trust, he slides himself out of her mouth altogether. He smiles down at her and gently runs the tip of his cock against her lips again, so that when he pulls away they are glistening with spit and his pre-cum.

“I don’t want to finish like that,” he tells her with a husky, rasping voice when she whines at the loss of his weight against her tongue. “I have other plans for you.” 

With that, he easily bends down and lifts Sharon’s petite frame. He places her on the edge of the table in the middle of the room before pushing her skirt up around her waist. She leans back and opens her legs for him, revealing white lace panties that match her bra. They are soaking wet now and clinging to her pussy as he leans over to lick her cum through the fabric.

“Please,” Sharon pants before she can stop herself. “I’m ready. Fuck me!”

Rick leans back again, pulling her panties down. He lifts one of her shapely legs, still clad in a black stiletto, and kisses her ankle before gently placing it against her chest. And, without any hesitation, he pushes into her, burying himself inside of her completely.

Sharon throws her head back and moans at the feeling of his cock stretching her tight, wet pussy. Rick doesn’t move for a moment, allowing her time to adjust to his ample girth.

“Fuck me!” Sharon urges again, once she has acclimated to the feeling of him inside of her.

Rick doesn’t need any more encouragement after that. He begins fucking her in earnest, setting a brutal pace with hard, fast strokes.

He suddenly wrenches Sharon off the table and it’s all she can do to circle her free leg around his waist so he doesn’t slip out of her. He spins her around as if she’s weightless and presses her against a wall of safety deposit boxes. With one leg around his waist and the other against his neck, Sharon can feel him slip deeper into her body than anyone has been before. She feels like she’s being split in two as he continues to drive into her fiercely. It hurts so good and she can’t help but cry out.

Sharon has to bite down on the tendon of Rick’s muscled shoulder to keep from moaning loudly as he pounds her back against the wall. He groans at the feel of her teeth, driving into her so hard that she knows she’s going to be sore for days. But that doesn’t matter now. All that matters now is the taste of Rick’s salty skin beneath her mouth, his hot breath on her skin as he moans against her neck, the way the vault is filled with the scent of their juices and the sound of their flesh slapping together, and the feeling of his thick cock as he fucks into her punishingly.

After a few more minutes of this, Rick groans again – this time in frustration. Slowly, he stills his pace and loosens his grip on her, allowing himself to slip out of her as she slides towards the ground. As soon as her shoes touch the floor, Rick spins her around and pushes her forward against the wall. In her heels, she’s almost as tall as he is and, after pushing her legs apart, he is able to enter her again easily.

Rick digs his fingers into Sharon’s sides so hard that she will definitely have bruises in the morning. But the idea of having a visual reminder of this makes her even more excited and she drives herself back hard, rocking against him. His thrusts are shorter in this position, but he is able to quicken the pace.

Eventually, Rick loosens his grip on one hip and his hand around her to circle her clit to the rhythm of his thrusts. It only takes a few moments before Sharon is writhing beneath him. She knows she won’t last much longer at this point, but with the way his movements are becoming more and more erratic, she’s sure Rick won’t be that far behind.

He leans forward and bites down right below her neck and that’s all it takes to send Sharon over the edge. She fucks back onto his cock hard and fast and she feels his hand leave her hip, coming up over her mouth to stifle her loud moans.

Rick continues to bite down on her shoulder – she’ll have to wear something high-necked tomorrow – as he chases his own release. Sharon can feel hot spurts of liquid coat the walls of her pussy as Rick comes deep inside of her. He continues to buck into her, extending her own orgasm. She has never had an orgasm this long nor this hard and she is barely coherent when he finally settles.

They remain motionless for a moment – Rick bent over her as she leans against the wall – before he finally steps back. Sharon’s body seems empty as he finally pulls out and she can feel his cum slowly dripping out of her.

Rick pulls up his pants and leans against the safety deposit boxes next to Sharon, still breathing heavily. “Wow,” he says after a moment. He’s smiling at her now, open and relaxed.

“I can’t believe we did that,” she replies. “I can’t believe
I
did that!” And with that thought, she is horrified. What had she just done? Her job is in jeopardy if someone finds out.

“Don’t freak out,” Rick says calmly, as if reading her mind. “No one’s going to find out. We’ll just remain in here for a few more minutes… until we’ve calmed down a little and the room no longer smells like sex.”

“It’s going to take a lot longer than a few minutes,” Sharon replies. The truth is, she’s freaked out over more than the idea of getting caught. She’s never done anything like this. She barely knows this man. Fortunately, she’s on birth control, but still… what was she thinking?

Thankfully, she’s too relaxed and sated to go into full-on panic mode. She focuses on her breathing and tries to regain her composure. “Do you really need to get into your deposit box?” she asks after a moment, stepping towards the table to pick up her panties.

“Not really,” he replies with a sheepish grin.

Sharon rolls her eyes, but she smiles back
. I can do this,
she tells herself.
I can act casual.
Taking a deep breath, she wills herself to be calm and collected, the way Rick appears to be. He probably does this all the time. The thought of him doing this regularly, with other women, creates a sour taste in her mouth, but she refuses to let herself become too bothered. She’s just had the most amazing sex she’s ever experienced; she should let herself feel happy about it.

There is no mirror in the room, but Sharon does her best to make herself presentable again. She straightens and buttons her blouse and runs her fingers through her long brown hair.

“Do I look okay?” she asks Rick after a few moments.

“You look way more than okay,” Rick answers with another smile, “But still completely debauched,” he continues with a wink.

Smirking, she says, “I could be fired for this.”

“Relax,” he says again, slowly making his way towards her. He runs his hands through her hair, smoothing it out where it must have been sticking up. He then pulls the hem of her blouse up in what she can only assume is an attempt to cover a bruise he’s left on her skin. He tugs her skirt down a little and steps back to examine the results.

“You look fine,” he assures her.

“Easy for you to say,” Sharon retorts. “You probably always look like you just rolled out of bed.”

Ricky laughs at this, but he doesn’t take offence. “That’s true, but it’s not like the bank is busy. There’s no one around to notice if you look slightly rumpled.”

Sharon hums for a moment, trying to convince herself of this. She takes a few more deep, calming breaths before unlocking the vault. She’s opening the door when Rick leans in and presses it closed again.

“Wait a minute,” he says and the sheepish grin returns as he looks up to meet her eyes. He clears his throat like he wants to say something, but doesn’t know what.

“Listen,” he begins after a moment. “I’ve never really done anything like this before.” Sharon tries to hide her surprise as he continues. “I don’t really know how these things work. But…” he pauses again, looking shy. “I know we did things a little backwards, but I’d really like to take you to dinner tonight… if you’re free.”

Too startled to reply right away, Sharon stares at Rick. She’s not sure what to say. She’d already geared herself up to say goodbye to this handsome stranger and now he’s asking her out.

“No pressure,” he says when she doesn’t answer. “You totally don’t have to.”

“No! I do,” Sharon assures him. “I mean… I know I don’t
have
to, but I do
want
to.”

Rick’s face lights up when she says this and Sharon is rewarded with an almost breathtaking smile.

“Good,” he replies. “I’ve never felt this drawn to someone before.”

“Me neither,” Sharon admits. “Trust me, I don’t go around having sex with just any guy in the bank vault.” She giggles a little upon mentioned what they’d just done. “But you’re… you’re something else. And I would hate not to get the chance to discover just how much of your body is covered in tattoos.”

“Well then, you’ll just have to go out with me tonight and find out.”

“Okay,” Sharon says with a smile before finally opening the door to the vault.

They casually make their way down the hallway towards her desk. As they reach her window, Sharon looks up and makes eye contact with Rick once again, stifling a giggle at their feigned professionalism.

“Anything else you need, sir?” she asked sweetly.

“Just your number,” he replies quietly, so that no one else overhears.

Sharon grabs an extra deposit slip and writes her name and number on it before sliding it across the counter towards him.

Rick smiles as he picks it up and folds it neatly. “Thank you,” he says with a wink as he slides it into the pocket of his jeans.

“You’re welcome.” Sharon wants to kiss him goodbye, but, considering what they just got away with, doesn’t want to press her luck. Instead, she smiles.

“I’ll talk to you later,” he says before he turns and saunters towards the door.

As soon as he’s gone, Sharon turns to Emma and speaks.“I’m going to excuse myself to the ladies’ room for a moment. You good to keep watching the door?”

Emma eyes her knowingly, a smirk on her lips, but all she says is, “Sure.”

Sharon spends a few minutes in the bathroom making herself look half-way presentable. By the time she exits, she’s feeling a whole lot more confident. She really is going to get away with fucking Rick in the bank vault.

At the thought of what they had just done, Sharon can feel the warmth pooling, once again, between her legs. She sighs, willing herself to think of something – anything – else before she has to excuse herself to the ladies’ room again. More than ever, she wishes that there were customers in the bank to distract her. But there isn’t, so she reaches back into her purse for her phone. Maybe she can still beat the next level of Candy Crush before lunch.

She is surprised to see that there is already a text from Rick.

So I was thinking dinner at 8 tonight. Then maybe you could come over to my place and discover just how much of my body is covered in tattoos.

Sharon smiles to herself as she types out a confirmation. Looks like life is about to get a lot more exciting!

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